I survived my first month of Kidney Garden-barely. That should be a T-Shirt.
I have stepped outside of myself and wondered several times if I really knew what I had gotten myself into.
I hate it. Simply put.
I thought nothing could be worse than staying at home, but alas, it is not so!
Most of them are bright, beautiful children who hold the promise of a bright future in their eyes, but most of the time, they are simply a bunch of infants who refuse to brush their teeth.
Don't get me wrong... I love every one of them... but I don't relish having to spend so much time talking, talking, talking, to no avail. My throat hurts.
I have learned a lesson though. Working for a little bit of money seems worse than not working at all. What's the point of working if you cannot buy shoes?
Therein lies my rant.
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4 comments:
When I taught kids, I disliked the parents... It takes a special person to deal with children who aren't taught how to respect themselves or others.
If you stick it out for the duration of your contract, you will have a sense of accomplishment AND some work experience in that side of the world under your belt.
The beauty is that I dont have a contract (SMILING SO). I dont get any benefits either so as far as practical situations go, I am still in search of a job in my field.
bwoi...when you have your pickney, you have a story to tell...
Well, hopefully, you'll turn expert like me...everyone responds to different sounds rather than my voice so I don't really have to talk much. When I want a line, my hand goes out in front of me. I snap my fingers to get their attention so they see it. I speak quietly so they have to shut up to hear me. EVERY action that annoys me has a consequence. I am not always fair, I just choose not to be bothered. I let them know I am OCD and everything has order and a place...or I might get sick. And they don't want to injure me...so...GOOD LUCK!
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